oneown hell
A man awakens his heart harden by the lost of his only true love. But as he looked into his bathroom mirror suddenly his refection was gone, all that remained was a swearing cloud of gas. The void of life. The man soul shouted as he peered deeply into the void, and that was when he saw himself standing alone within the blackened mist. For now he saw with his own eyes his own hell.
By Jonathan Paul Germundson
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